ROMANCE: Party of Three: A Lustful Collection of Menage Romance (Menage Romance, Bisexual Romance, Stepbrother Romance) Page 6

  It’s strange, how much an apartment can cost here, but I wanted a view of the water. My Swedish is still rough, but I like the distraction of starting over. I’ve regressed to learning a new language and culture; it feels like a rebirth. No one here knows about my sex life or dead lover. In this crowded city, I am a blank slate, ready to reinvent myself. So far that consists of cutting my long hair into a short, angular bob.

  Miss Norris is the only person with my information, and she emails regularly with pictures of the ranch. Slowly she is updating things, starting with the kitchen. A picture of her leaning over a new quartz countertop is at the top of my list. I thought it would be hard, seeing these pictures, but with every change, my past fades deeper into the dark. That’s not my home anymore.

  Spring Breakdown

  By Brittanee Farrow

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  Spring Breakdown

  Working at a nine to five desk job could get really repetitive and mind numbing after a while. But to me, those long, tedious weeks of work had been worth it. All throughout the year I had worked diligently and without a single sick day the entire time. And in that time I managed to save up three weeks of paid leave, which I had every intention of spending wisely. This meant somewhere very far away from anyone I knew.

  Of course my first thought was to go somewhere abroad, have an international affair or something similar. But then I remembered that a nine to five desk job came with a nine to five desk job salary, and lowered my standards a bit.

  Instead of Paris or London, I went to Google maps and looked at all the small towns that were at least 2 hours or more away from my own small apartment. When I found the perfect one – a town of about 2,500 people in total and 3 hours away – I’d investigated and made arrangements to rent a little cottage that was close to a less popular lake. I could have easily booked a room at one of the B&B’s, but the object of my vacation was to get away from people, and a secluded cottage about 20 minutes drive away from anything in the town was just perfect for that.

  I’d been out of my house within a half-hour of waking up that morning – well, that afternoon – and I would soon be coming up to the town. I’d gotten lost a few times now, taken wrong back roads and exits, but I couldn’t care less at the moment. The sun was shining, the wind was rushing through my brown locks and the music was turned way up, and my windows way down. I was shouting out the lyrics to my favourite songs, much to the amusement of the people I drove past every now and then.

  My music had been so loud; in fact, that I hadn’t heard the little beeping noise my car had been making for the last two hours to let me know I was almost out of gas. I was only aware that my car would no longer go any further when the engine spluttered a few times and then stopped completely. The car itself kept going on pure momentum before it died.

  The sun was still shining at least.

  I groaned and threw my head back against the headrest, arms falling limp at my sides. I put the car in park and put on the handbrake before getting out to survey the damage. Not that I knew all that much about cars, but I figured as long as nothing was on fire or smoking then I wouldn’t have to cut my vacation short.

  I popped open the hood, stared at my engine for a moment before hitting myself in the head with the palm of my hand. It was hopeless. I had no gas in my car, and there wasn’t another gas station for miles. I didn’t even want to look at my phone. I knew the signal out there was bad because I’d had to depend on my CDs for music without static in it for a good hour now.

  I perked up when I heard the distant sound of a car, and looked around for the source, smiling when I saw truck heading down from the direction I planned on going. I waved my arms – some might say a little desperately – to get the truck’s attention and breathed a sigh of relief when it visibly slowed down.

  It was clear the truck had seen more than its fair use; faded green paint, engine making that ominous ‘I’m two seconds away from breaking down’ sound that you always heard in movies. I couldn’t see the driver just yet – as I said, the sun was shining, or glaring angrily if you prefer – but smiled brightly at whoever was driving all the same when they came to a stop next to my car.

  “Hey there,” came the gravelly voice from inside the truck. I blinked once, holding a hand up to shield my eyes from the sun as I tried to get a better look at my male saviour.

  “Hi – um, help?” I offered lamely. He chuckled – and wasn’t that just the loveliest sound I’d heard all day – and got out, smiling at me as he looked between my car and me.

  “I’m Sam,” he said and held out his hand. I tried not to seem too eager when I took his hand and shook it. Such a large calloused hand, too. He was just large in general.

  Sam was tall – and it wasn’t just me being a little shorter than average, he was quite tall – and absolutely gorgeous. I didn’t tend to go for blondes, but he was the kind of dirty blond that wasn’t reflecting the sun into my eyes and blinding me. His big blue eyes weren’t exactly an eyesore either. He was dressed for summer that much was clear; faded jeans, a white v-neck and an undone Western-style button shirt over it. His muscles weren’t exactly bursting at the seams, but his shirt was just tight enough for me to get a good view of those abs. There was a sheen of sweat over his brow – I guessed no air conditioning in the old truck – and he let go of my hand to take a closer look at my engine.

  “What seems to be the problem?”

  I blushed at that a little.

  “Complacency.” He said nothing, seemingly waiting for me to continue, “I didn’t hear my car telling me I was low on gas. So it, you know, ran out. So…yeah.”

  He snickered, but was nice enough to smother it before outright laughing at me. You had to admire a man like that.

  “Well, that’s easily remedied. But the closest fuel station is in town, and the towing service isn’t open today. If you’re not too worried about stranger danger I can give you a lift to town. They have a real nice B&B you can stay at until the tow-man gets your car in town.”

  “Oh, no that’s okay,” he seemed surprised at that. I took a moment to rephrase it, “No, I mean I’ve already got a cottage in town that I’m renting. I’m on vacation so I’m renting – which I just I said. Um – I’d love a lift into town if you’re not worried about stranger danger?”

  Sam chuckled at that. His answer came in the form of him closing the hood of my car, walking to his truck and opening the passenger side door for me. I grinned. I was quick to grab all of my stuff, wind up the windows and lock the car before scrambling into his truck.

  “I’m Laura, by the way.”

  “It’s nice to meet you, Laura.”

  Oh yeah. I definitely wanted to hear him say that again, except a little more breathy maybe. And half naked. Heck, who am I kidding? I wanted to see him all naked. And sweaty, maybe. I wanted to eat him up. By the way his eyes kept drifting to me as he drove, he might know it too. I hoped he didn’t think I was too forward. Not that he could. I hadn’t said anything explicit…yet.

  “So, Sam. Do you often rescue damsels in distress on the side of the road?”

  “You’d be my first damsel,” he started. He did that thing with his eyes where I knew he was imagining me naked. Or I hoped he was. “But I think it’s something I could get into.”

  I could offer at least two things he could get into. Repeatedly, for the duration of my vacation. But I wasn’t going to say that out loud. I had some class. If things really got out of hand I’d just blame it on work for making me crazy. That was a legitimate reason, wasn’t it? Or it could be the lack of air-conditioning in this truck. Either way.

  We got into town fairly quickly after that, having easy conversation the whole time. I found out that he was actually the mechanic for the town, and he’d been driving out to fetch some parts he’d ordered for a car he was fixing. I apologised profusely for making him drive ou
t of his way, but he wouldn’t hear it. He said if I really felt bad about it I could always just tip him real good when he brought in my car the next day.

  Well, I wasn’t about to object to that now was I?

  I gave him directions – or Google did – to where my cottage was. He was rather impressed that I’d picked a place so un-touristy.

  “I’ve been surrounded by people for an entire year. The next three weeks are going to be completely peaceful and calm, so I figured some place less popular.”

  “And during the off-season too,” Sam remarked. He’d even helped me bring my bags inside the cottage. I ogled; I couldn’t help myself. “You know there’s a lake not far from here. Practically no one goes there though. There’s a bigger one on the other side of town people prefer. Water’s a bit warmer.”

  “Yeah I did see that. I wasn’t sure if I was allowed to go there or not. Too bad I didn’t bring my swimming gear.”

  His eyes trailed up and down my body once more before smirking. “Well, it wouldn’t be the first time someone went skinny-dipping there.”

  What I would give to see Sam skinny-dipping. I had no doubt the man would look like a god walking out of that water, drops trailing down his body greedily, caressing him the way I wanted to.

  “I guess I have to check it out now, don’t I?” I replied, instead of telling him I wanted to lick his abs.

  “When in Rome,” was all he offered as he passed his business card. “In case complacency strikes again.” He winked at me and then went on his way.

  I explored the cottage after he left, but that didn’t last long. It was pretty small after all. There was a kitchenette, a bathroom with a toilet and a shower, a little lounge with a fireplace and bedroom with a queen-sized bed inside.

  I dove for the bed, groaning at the soft mattress. My whole body seemed to sigh in relief. Well, almost my whole body. There was still one part of my body that was very much in the mood to imagine Sam naked some more. I rolled over onto my back, sighed once and thought ‘fuck it’. It was my vacation. And what better way to start a vacation then getting off on thoughts of the totally hot mechanic who was going to be coming over the next day with my car?

  The denim shorts I was wearing were the first to go, but I didn’t touch myself just yet. I just closed my eyes, and thought of Sam at the lake, dripping wet and walking towards me. His cock wouldn’t be huge, but it would be big enough that I’d feel the stretch of it. He’d have that smirk on his face, I just knew it, and his hands – his large hands – would encircle my waist. He’d be cold from the water, it’d send shivers all throughout my body. He’d pull me closer to him until his cock was digging into my stomach.

  He’d lift me up easily – I wasn’t exactly light, but he looked strong enough, more than strong enough – and I’d wrap my legs around his waist.

  I finally ran a finger down the centre of my cotton panties, teasing myself. I could imagine how he’d feel against me, big hands gripping my ass as he pushes me against a tree or a big rock or something. He’d grind that hot hard cock against me, and I’d whimper a little like how I was whimpering now, rubbing roughly against my clit.

  “Sam.”

  Maybe he’d trail kisses a long my neck and down my chest, take a nipple into his mouth, use a little bit of teeth until I was begging for it. I couldn’t keep teasing myself so I shoved a hand under my panties and pinched a nipple lightly as I imagined it was him doing it.

  I pushed two fingers inside myself without preamble. I’d been wet for the man since I got into his truck. Arousal had been thrumming under my skin and was coming to a head as moved my fingers inside of myself.

  I shouted out his name as I came to the thought of his cock pushing up inside of me until I stretched to fit him.

  Wicked Games

  I woke up at 10 the next day, well rested and very much in the vacation mood. Part of me wished that I’d dreamt of Sam the night before, but I couldn’t complain about a completely dreamless sleep with no alarms and no concrete plans and things to get done.

  My stomach grumbled loudly and realised I did have one plan to get to, and that was food. Unfortunately for me the kitchenette didn’t come stocked with food, so a little 20-minute trip to the store was in order. Or it would be if I had a car.

  I got out of bed with the intention of calling Sam to ask for a lift. He was a nice enough guy, and maybe I could make my fantasies a reality if I tried hard enough. He didn’t look like he’d object too much at least.

  I’d left all my stuff in the lounge area of the cottage in my desperation to just lie down and sleep. I walked over there now, scrounging around my handbag until my hand found my phone. I grabbed Sam’s business card as well and began dialling the number whilst I wandered through the cottage.

  “Sam’s Auto, how can I help you?”

  I let out a little huff of a breath. It figures that his phone voice would be just as sexy as his normal voice. Damn him.

  “Yeah, hi Sam. It’s Laura, from yesterday?”

  It took him a moment to respond; he seemed to be doing something else on the other side. I heard the sound of a door closing, and when he spoke again his voice seemed even more gravelly than usual.

  “Sorry about that – had to get to the office. So, what’s up Laura? You don’t need some more rescuing already do you?”

  I could hear the smirk in his voice as he spoke. He was a cocky country boy, for sure. But still, he was one I wanted to see naked, so I couldn’t really complain, could I?

  “Yes and no,” I started, thinking about all the ways he could rescue me. “I was actually wondering if you could give a damsel a lift into town? This cottage didn’t come fitted with edible food, and I know that that B&B has some stellar breakfasts.”

  “Well it does, but it stops serving breakfast after 10, and right now it’s 12,” he was laughing at me now, and when I moved my phone from my ear to look at it I saw that it was, in fact, 12:04 in the afternoon. Oh god. “You’re a pretty heavy sleeper. I brought your car over this morning, but I didn’t want to wake you up. You should really remember to lock your door at night though.”

  At least the little hint of concern I heard in his voice eased the humiliation slightly. God, I was so ditzy. Well, I was on vacation; I couldn’t be blamed for moments of idiocy.

  “Oh. Well. Okay. Thanks for that, I guess.”

  I didn’t know what else to say. That was my whole seduction plan in the bin. He probably thought I was some lazy moron or something.

  “I’d like to see you again, Laura,” he continued on, and I felt my whole body perk up in interest, “but I can’t do it today. Gotta pick up that part from yesterday. But now that I have your number, things are easier. You go and get all the stuff you need, and I’ll call you tomorrow. How does that sound?”

  I took a deep breath, still grinning. My vacation was looking better and better.

  “That sounds perfect. I look forward to hearing from you.”

  “I’ll talk to you later, Laura.”

  I ended the call quite happily, and I’m woman enough to admit that I squealed just a little bit and did a happy dance. It had been a long time since I got laid, and my lady parts were all for climbing Sam like a tree for the rest of my three-week vacation. Imagine that: almost uninterrupted sex with a sexy cowboy for three weeks. It’d be like living my own personal porno for three weeks. My lady parts were very much on board with that particular train of thought.

  But that was for tomorrow. Today I had to get some food in me before my stomach revolted and started eating me from the inside out.

  The shower took about 5 minutes to heat up – for a second I thought ice was going to start raining down, it was so cold – and pressure was as dismal as you’d expect a cottage shower to be. But still, I didn’t smell like car and sweat anymore, and I looked fresh and ready for the day, even if it was 1 in the afternoon already.

  Today was a day for summer dresses, so I changed into a simple red one with a white floral pa
ttern, and flip-flops because vacation meant comfort. I got into the car, and reminded myself to be extra grateful next time I saw Sam for topping up my tank.

  I was busy deciding what Sam might enjoy more as gratuity as I arrived at the town’s only supermarket. It was small and quaint and there was practically no one in it, which I found so calming. I wasn’t one for small talk usually. I just wanted to get in there, get my stuff and start vacationing properly.

  In the store I went through every aisle, and ended up grabbing something from each of them. It was all fine until I decided I wanted ice cream and chocolate sauce on a whim because of course the last bottle of chocolate sauce that I wanted would be on the top shelf and of course I’d be too short to reach. Not that I was short. Well, not very short. Just slightly shorter than average. I was regretting not wearing my wedges now; I might have been able to reach it if I was wearing them.

  My pathetic attempts at reaching the top shelf were rudely interrupted when a much larger and longer hand reached up and snatched the chocolate sauce away from me. I turned around, about to give the local – because no way a normal person could reach that shelf – when I stopped short as the man smirked down at me.

  It was quite possible that this guy was taller than Sam. Not as muscular, though. He wore a faded grey Henley and tight black jeans that were held up by a belt with one of those obnoxious belt buckles and black biker boots. The black hair, the forest green eyes and the stubble and with what he was wearing and that damn smirk all added up to one thing: Trouble. He was a dead ringer for a young Chris Isaak. Oh, he was bad and he knew it too.

  “That’s mine,” I said, scowling at him and holding out my hand. He only laughed.

  “You were having getting at it, babe. I got it first, makes it mine,” his voice was smooth, probably as smooth is the chocolate sauce he held beyond my reach, and for a moment I forgot all about Sam. And as much as I kinda wanted to climb this guy like a tree, I wanted that chocolate sauce more. I had plans for the chocolate sauce.